NovelGoldChapter 166:
She quickly texted Fred, “You've taken on such a task?”
Fred sent back a smiley face emoji, responding, “Just a broke college kid, ready to take any gig that pays.”
Belinda read his words and pressed her lips together in a silent nod of understanding.
Five years earlier, when she herself was a student, she'd been just like Fred — eager to snatch up any paying
gig. During her stint as a waitress, she had even rescued Joyce from a near assault. That incident had bonded
them tightly, closer than family. They had once made a bet; when Joyce lost, she cheerfully called Belinda her
“sister” and joined her in the hustle of part-twork.
Lost in these memories, Belinda felt a deep pang of nostalgia. She remembered her days of scraping by.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and typed out another message to Fred. “Will this undercover job
jeopardize your chances for future gigs? If there’s any risk, don’t worry about it. | can manage on my own.”
After receiving her message, Fred quickly replied, his voice tinged with anxiety. He left a voice message.
“Belinda, you're overthinking this. | don’t usually handle these kinds of jobs. But there's a big payout involved,
and they needed a lot of people, so | jumped in. | do a ton of different gigs; this is just one more on the list.”
Upon hearing this, Belinda’s worries eased. With a smile, she replied with a voice message of her own, “Okay,
then helpcollect as much information as you can. When it’s all wrapped up, dinner’s on me.”
Back in his dorm, Fred listened as his roommate rambled about how to troll people online, headphones in to
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtcatch every word from Belinda. She sounded much more composed than he'd expected, her voice still soft and
soothing.
It seemed the swirling online rumors hadn't shaken her at all. Imagining her calm, graceful demeanor, a smile
unwittingly crept over Fred's face as he began to type his response. “Deal, I'm looking forward to that dinner!”
“Who's got you grinning like that?” his roommate teased, nudging him playfully. “So, you've got yourself a
girlfriend now?”
Fred looked up, a bit startled, realizing he'd been smiling to himself. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, a
surprising surge of happiness welling up inside him. “Not a girlfriend, not yet anyway.”
His roommate chuckled, teasing him further, “I see why you've been hunting for new part-tgigs. Trying to
make an impression on someone special, huh?”
Switching gears, his roommate returned to the topic of their current part-tjob. “But really, the in these
wealthy families is something else.”
He pointed to a wedding certificate photo displayed on the computer screen. “This original wife is far more
attractive than Cathy, don’t you think? Why would she give up her status as a lady of wealth to get mixed up
with another man and end up pregnant with his child? Now her husband can flaunt his affairs, and she’s the one
getting dragged through the mud online...”
Fred's frown deepened as he read the online posts, pausing to think before suppressing the urge to defend
Belinda. He replied in a relaxed manner, “What we're seeing might not be the entire story. Perhaps the child was
actually her husband's.”
“Really?” his roommate scoffed. “If the kid was really her husband’s, why would she consider terminating the
pregnancy and allow her husband to cheat so blatantly? That would paint Kristopher as a suprscoundrel,
wouldn't it?”
Fred nodded, his smile thin and humorless. “Kristopher is, without a doubt, a scoundrel.”
word
word
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
word
word
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1
mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
